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Fantasy Made Reality

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Jane moaned, on her back, perched on top of the loveseat in the bedroom, her blonde hair not yet brushed and tickling the back of her neck. It did not come down past her shoulders, her husband, Carson, thrusting into her passionately, each stroke of his cock driving deep. They had been together for a good time, her fingers tracing the softness of his olive skin, looking into his eyes, though the early morning quickie was par for the course for them. They didn't want to miss out, especially when a long week was ahead of the two of them.

“Unff…" Carson grunted, bending over her to briefly but passionately kiss her lips, the dampness of their embrace clinging between them for a heartbeat of a moment. “When… Ah… When do you have to head off?"

Although it was difficult to talk during sex, they somehow made it work, Jane flashing him a grin, the beauty that she had been the day he'd married her: a Midwestern beauty with sharp features that could have been too harsh for her face, if not for her glowing cheerfulness, the life-force that kept her going, day in and day out. His heart leapt for her every time he rolled over in the morning and saw her lying next to him, though the developed muscle from her daily swims only made her more attractive to him as the years passed.

“Yeah… Oh yes… The usual drive, yes… I've got to make sure I'm gone by eight, to get over there, but you know they don't expect me to start early on Mondays, thank god… Ohhh…"

She groaned, rolling her head back. Staying in the capital during the week was difficult for her, being away from Carson, but it was better than not seeing him at all.

“You know I miss you when you're gone," he breathed, bending one of her legs back further, the sheets rumpling under her body, cock ploughing deep. “Mmm… Feeling you…like this… I always wait for the weekend, waiting for you to come back to me."

She laughed, shaking her head, though it was hard to focus with his length filling her so perfectly.

“Don't you have the job at the manufacturing plant…that car exhaust place? You'll be too busy to miss me, honey."

That was his work: to go from company to company, fixing up problems, mostly in the warehouses, though he had been contracted to work on supply chains and manufacturing processes too, where they fell into his area of expertise. Troubleshooting was his speciality. Yet he was already pretty much dressed for the day, as was she, his shaft pulled out of his underwear and moderately smart black work trousers, even though they had to be suitable too for going around mildly dirtier environments. Jane's skirt was hiked up around her hips, though it would be tricky to ensure it did not crease before getting into work.

“I'm just worried…you know… The bill. It's a big thing. I didn't think it would come around so soon."

“I know, honey, I know… But you're going to do amazing, you always do."

Carson kissed her, thrusting away, their bodies rising together in passion as the muscles of her abdomen contracted lightly.

“I just don't want to spend so long in South Dakota with the exhaust manufacturer that I don't get home this weekend, that would be the worst. Not seeing you…"

Jane flashed him a bright grin, teeth startlingly white, though she had always taken exceptionally good care of herself and her body.

“Mmm, oh… Then we'd best make this count then, hadn't we?"

Carson grinned and thrust harder. The conversation was all well and good, but, when time was short, all he really wanted to do was to give his sweetheart every last bit of his attention. He thrust harder, letting her rock back into the loveseat, the seating rocking lightly where one leg did not settle quite as evenly into the bedroom carpet, but they were not knocked off-balance all that much. All that mattered was that he kept thrusting, breath catching, lust rising, moaning and wishing he had enough flexibility to push over her all the way as her legs spread for him, one leg bent back as he used it for leverage. If he had, he would have caught her in a deep kiss, tongues tangling, the lust of their marriage coming through in love like no other.

She gasped and tried to twist, but her partner had her in too tight a hold despite her strength from swimming, her heart pumping, passion rising. Her orgasm poured through her as he pushed and pumped, thrusting deeply, her pussy squeezing around him, though there was nothing rhythmic about the erratic pulses of her sex around him. Orgasm gripped her as she moaned for him, lost in the moment, light-headed and rocking with lust, until the warm glow of her ecstasy tapered down, just a little, enough for her to slip into the afterglow and look to please her partner too.

There was no time for conversation, however, as Carson made a face, Jane pushing him back from her, dropping to her knees to finish him off as her short hair fell between her ears and shoulders.

“No… Unff… Jane, you don't have to…swallow… Mmmm…"

Yet it was hard for him to protest as she took him deep into her mouth, fitting perfectly, a decent size to give head to as she angled her head so that he could brush into the back of her mouth. Any deeper, into the back of her throat, and she might have gagged, yet that was hardly sexy at a time like that. Her tongue pressed and flicked up to the underside, slipping around in a light twist of saliva. He couldn't help himself, giving a juddering thrust and cumming in her mouth despite muttering something about her not needing to.

After four years of marriage, she swallowed everything down, only pulling back when every drop was spent with a twinkle in her eye.

“You don't have to be such a gentleman," she teased, licking her lower lip. “Is there anything on my face?"

Carson laughed and shook his head, brushing his hair back from his face.

“Yeah, yeah… You wouldn't want to present and speak in the hallowed halls of power with cum on your chin now, would you?"

When they kissed goodbye, it was with the taste of his cream still on her lips, her heart light, seeking out the rest of the week ahead, though they would miss one another and still long for one another. Little did Jane know, however, that Carson could still surprise her, even though she thought that she already knew everything about him, that nothing new could crop up…

Their love story, after all, continued, even after all their years together.

*

The week dragged, for Jane at least. With her hand supporting her chin, she sighed, still stuck in her chair after usual work ours, run down. Why couldn't she get her colleagues to see sense on the school choice bill? Ridiculous. She'd been elected as a populist reformer, but high hopes did not give her many friends or supports in there. It was still an old boy's club, even after so long, enemies lurking, the people who thought she was out of her mind. Maybe she was.

Her neck ached, her blouse pulling uncomfortably over the point where a deltoid was sore from swimming, and tears threatened to brew in her eyes, though she was not normally a crier – frustration tears, on the other hand, were something else. No, she'd gotten a text from Carson that he wouldn't be home that weekend, most likely, as things had gotten messed up at his workplace. What a fuck up! It was Thursday and she'd been looking forward to seeing him Friday or, at the latest, Saturday, but…well…was there any point in her heading home without Carson being there?

“Knock, knock."

Harvey, a friend of hers who worked under her as her staffer and clerk, smiled as he entered, his strong arms brimming over with takeout food. His eyes drew her in beneath his well-groomed, dark brown hair, though she had to steel herself not to look for too long.

“I think you've been working for far too long," he said pleasantly, though he still managed to infuse his voice with a serious tone. “Come on, enough of that. I even brought wine, you can't say no to that. Not after running a successful campaign!"

She chuckled and shook her head, pushing her chair back from the table. Perhaps it was a bit much to be such good friends, but most of the time she didn't see Harvey as an employee, just someone that she was on a team with. The boss-subordinate nature of their relationship most often came into play when others were around, in the daily course of their work – not after hours.

“Harvey… You always know what to do. Well, when Carson's not here to fill that space for you. But how was your day?"

“Ah-ah-ah," he said, wagging a finger in the air at her. “No work talk. Got any weekend plans?"

“Hm…" She dug into the food as he spread it out across the desk between them, her mouth watering at the Chinese spread. “Nah, not anymore, looks like Carson is busy, though I don't blame him. I'm so often busy too, though I'm thinking of heading out into the hills for a bit of hiking soon. Nothing too strenuous, mind."

He laughed.

“Enough to get the old bones working then?"

“Old – you!" Jane swatted at his arm. “You wouldn't dare say that if we weren't in the office."

Harvey shrugged, popping a piece of chicken in his mouth with the chopsticks.

“Yeah, probably."

“Now… You talk." She pointed her chopsticks at him, lips curving up in a grin. “How was your date the other night? Spill everything."

“Oh, nothing really to say, just the usual," he said vaguely, waving his hand in the air. “The dinner was nice, but I didn't feel that I got to know Hannah, you know? We're going out again next week to catch up, I'm hoping we can chat more then."

“That's great, I was hoping you guys would get along. Someone like you just shouldn't be single, you know."

She shot him a cheeky grin, warming her serious features, just to let him know that she was joking, though Harvey wouldn't have taken it the wrong way anyway. Conversation flowed naturally between them, catching up on different aspects of their lives.

“How about your garden?" He asked. “Did you manage to get the border in that you wanted? I know you wanted the herbs for your recipes…"

“Hah!" Jane shook her head, blonde hair brushing her cheek. “I wish, not even started yet. Work always gets in the way, you know how it is."

“Yeah…" Harvey could not help but sigh, agreeing with her. “I'm worried I won't be able to go out with Hannah if I can't get this wrapped up by Friday, it'll bleed over otherwise."

It was in the nature of their jobs in politics, unfortunately, but with the wine bottle going down, they tipped in a little closer to each other, the side lamp giving the office a cosier feel than it did in the daytime. He caught her eye, giving her a cheeky little grin and a wink that could have meant anything, though Jane's heart should not have pounded as it did to see it.

“What's the matter?" She shot back at him verbally, eyebrows raised. “You're looking at me like I'm your date. Should I ring up Hannah and tell her that she's got competition?"

Harvey laughed, rocking back in his chair, balancing it, briefly, on two legs.

“Oh, Hannah… You know we would have a thing if Carson had not snapped you up beforehand. Not saying you wouldn't have a choice in that, undoubtedly, but two of us, looking as good as we do? Why, it would have been a crime not to have some fun!"

Jane laughed, everything, however flirty and cheeky it was, well in the realm of what was acceptable between them. It was just the kind of relationship they had, though she couldn't see him as one of her girlfriends. She'd had more than a few dirty thoughts about him and, well, even if she had never said so out loud to Harvey, the damn man knew. God, did he know. It was like he had a sixth sense about it, always able to catch her out when she least expected it.

“Yeah, sure, though I don't know if you're my type, per se, for a long, steamy romance," she teased, giving as good as she got there. “Maybe a fling, a summer romance? Or a winter cuddle, that sounds perfect for those long, cold nights – not alone then!"

He laughed along with her, though there was still something hanging in the air between them, something that neither of them would press into. That was why Jane tried hooking him up, with the intent of finding him a wife, of course, with so many of her friends and contacts. It had almost become a personal kind of thing to find him a partner, Harvey was such a good guy – in all the right ways.

“So…" Harvey smirked, tapping the side of his nose, drawing the conversation on. “How are things with the husband? What's this about him being busy at the weekend?"

It was not the sort of conversation she would have had with just anyone, but Jane sighed, glancing at the door. She knew Harvey more than well enough, her closest friend, there was no question about that.

“Well…" She hesitated, swirling the wine around her glass. “It's good… I mean, we love each other, you know the deal, there's no issues there. I'm happy…"

“But?"

She sighed again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

“I'm a little bored. Can you get bored being so happy all the time? It just doesn't make sense!" She spread her hands out on the desk, as if she was trying to map it all out for herself. “Alright, we have sex, all the good stuff – but there's so little time, with me working away and him working away, not knowing where he's going to be from week to week. I can hardly do anything remote either anymore – I swear half these people don't know a phone exists and if I'm not in this office they think I'm slacking off somewhere!"

Harvey pursed his lips and shook his head.

“Yeah, that is tough…"

“There's no time either to try anything, well, new either," she went on, becoming more animated the more she talked, words spilling from her lips. “I want to, I don't know, do something different? But I don't know what."

“What's the wildest thing you've ever done together then?"

That could have been a question that was far too far, but between such close friends it was more than happily accepted. Jane considered it briefly, casting about in the cavern of her mind. When it came to wild things, it was shockingly empty. Damn it.

“Uh… Maybe fucking in the shower at a holiday home? Wait, that's not as boring as it sounds, our friends were in the bathroom on the other side of the frosted glass, it was a weird set-up." She licked her lips, mind softening as she went back. “Yeah, that was kinda hot, it was only the glass and the water in the shower that covered us up, physically and audibly, if you know what I mean…. Ow!"

She grunted and twisted her head, though that only made the sharp pain in her neck worse, Harvey rising instantly, though he still managed to do it without seeming like there was any rush at all. In a moment, he was behind her, his fingers expertly working away on her neck, digging into exactly the right spots without causing her any extra pain, just softness, soothing it out, bit by bit.

“Ah… Thanks, Harvey…" She sighed, head tipping back slightly. “Your fingers are magic…"

Harvey chuckled.

“Yeah, I've been told that before. So, what fantasies do you have then, the ones left unfulfilled? That one was pretty steamy."

“Mmmm…"

How far could she go? What could she say? Sure, Harvey was one of her longest adult friends and one that she trusted more than anyone else in the world – besides Carson – but was there a line? No… Not between them, she was sure, there couldn't be. They'd never had any limits on what they had talked about before. The question may have been upfront but Harvey never asked a question if he did not expect an answer.

“Well…" She dragged out the sound, stalling for time. “I guess… Oh, you'll think it's silly. But I think most women have a straight-up rape fantasy, something to do with power play, you know? Maybe, I've never talked to any woman about this before, but it seems popular still."

“A rape fantasy?" She could hear the smile in his voice. “Damn, that is kinky. What else are you holding out on me with? How does this roleplay come out then, hm?"

She chuckled, his fingers working away on her neck, smoothing down to her shoulders, slipping under the fabric of her blouse.

“Well, if I must…" She joked. “It would be Carson, of course, coming home for the weekend without telling me when he was going to get there, all up in a black ski mask. I'd not want him to take no for an answer, pin me down…ravish me. God, how cliché is that? But things we like can be cliché if that's how they work for us."

She laughed and would have shaken her head if she was not so busy trying to make sure that her far too sexual moans reached her lips. His fingers moved down her back, just touching her upper back, reaching where he could without any clothing being moved out of place, not too much. That, of course, would not have been suitable for the office.

“I guess it's just hot to me, Harvey, though maybe you can see it from another side, the power and the control…" She mused, using him as a sounding board for her thoughts as she talked aloud, more to herself than him. “I wish he'd pin me like that and take what he wants without asking. But it's Carson. Carson. He'd never do anything like that to me, I just can't see it, not at all. That's not how he is."

However, Harvey smiled, not letting her see, filing everything away for private use, though it would not remain such for long.

He'd have to speak to Carson soon, just to see if it might be possible…

But Jane would not know.

*

Two weeks later…

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With Jane in the capital, she didn't see much point in heading home when Carson wasn't there, yet again. Why were his jobs ramping up to such a point that it felt like they were living two separate lives? She knew she could not complain like that, considering that she spent the weekdays away working intensely, though she didn't want things between them to slip down and away increasingly, until there was nothing left of their lives together, their romance, their relationship. It wasn't how she wanted it to be, though she had seen it happen to more than enough couples to not want to see it happen to her. It was the curse of being together, the five-year curse, and they were just coming up on that when she was moving into the busiest season.

No… Not what she wanted, not what she wanted at all.

Anyway, with Carson being away, she didn't see any point in going home the weekend prior and the workweek after that had been as fruitless. Now that it was coming up to the weekend again, Carson had promised her that he was going to be home Friday night, but probably late, really late. That, however, was far better, for Jane, than nothing at all, and she didn't feel as if she was in a position to not take what she got in that regard.

She didn't dally the night before, staying up late to work all evening, her head down, only then leaving to drive through the night for Omaha. It was a relief to be back, even if she could have done with a little more sleep, though Jane hoped that there would be more of that over the weekend. A break from work and spending time with Carson was all she asked for.

An early swim at the Y before dawn was just the ticket to get her up and fresh and ready, separating her time at work from her time at home. The water flowed smoothly over her, though she had to leave its cool grasp before dawn hit the sky, showering, drying off, heading for home with the sunrise to guide her. It was good to be refreshed, her hair a little damp still, though her body felt more settled afterwards.

“Hm…"

She murmured to herself, refreshed and considering breakfast, crunching up the icy driveway as she came to a stop. It was always a relief to come home, to see her house, the comforting familiarity of it all.

“Huh…"

A couple of linemen were at the pole near the foot of her driveway, but that was not that unusual. They were a bit on the scruffy side, wearing blue jumpsuits and ski masks, though she could catch their gruff, rough tones even through the car windows as she pulled up. She couldn't blame them for dressing against the cold like that: it was bitter outside. But she hoped that there was nothing wrong with the power supply to her home. That would be a bind when she'd just come home for the weekend.

She smiled and nodded to them as she headed by. It was good to make sure she touched base with people, for they were exactly the kind of working-class guys who had voted her into office. But that did not stop her from pushing a little, a quirk to her lips as she cocked a hip.

“Hey, boys, don't work too hard out here, it's cold. You can always come knocking on my door if you ever need to warm up…"

They grunted in return with a throaty chuckle, eyes following her, though their bodies were a little shapeless with seemingly so many layers on, all in the name of staying warm. She still felt their eyes on her as she scurried up to the house, not because she was in a rush to get away from them, but more that the cold nipped at her heels. She rather enjoyed the thought that they were watching her backside shifting back and forth with the natural shift of her stride, however, wondering if they were particularly arse guys. It “got the fire going for her", anyway, so to speak…

A hot shower, more than what rinsed off the chlorine from the pool from her body, was called for, tipping her head back, letting the water stream over her face, around her nose, tickling her lips.

“Oh, yes…"

It was very much needed, relaxing, shampooing and conditioning her hair, all to ensure that she looked her best for Carson. When she stepped out of the shower, a soft bathrobe wrapped around her, hair up in a towel to dry with a leave-in mask. Nothing needed to be left out when she had the time to do so, though she wished a little that Harvey was still around for her to enjoy one of his legendary back and shoulder massages. Damn, that man was a genius with his fingers…

Still, a Mimosa helped, trying to decompress a little so that she could best enjoy her time with Carson, when he got home. She hadn't gotten off in a while either, dipping into the bedside table, the bottom drawer, where her favourite toys were.

“You're coming with me…"

She grinned to herself as she carried them downstairs with her, her favourite high-end silver vibrator included. They were enough for her to stretch out on the sofa, confident that the curtains were drawn and no one could see her, relaxing the best she could, her Mimosa half drank already. Maybe she should have gone a little easier on it or gotten something to eat, but, well…that could come later. It was better to take the time to relax while she could, hoping that there would be a better time with Carson again very, very shortly…

“Oh, yes… Damn… Carson!"

She moaned out his name as she slid a dildo into her pussy, stretching herself out around it, easing inside with only her natural lubrication and juices to slicken the way. Her breath came in gasping moans, not caring for how loud she was, only that her body tingled with deep-seated warmth, her blonde hair a mess against the sofa cushions as the towel became loose from her head. But who could care about something like that when there was not even anyone there to see her?

Yet it was not just her husband that flitted into her mind, but Harvey too, his strong arms, even how good his fingers felt on her neck, on her back, wondering what more those fingers could do too. Could he make her cum more quickly than Carson? She imagined him with his lips on her neck, her mind shifting from Carson to Harvey and back again in her mind's eye, imagining a nice, thick length, just right, ploughing into her, strong hands pinning her down.

She cried out in climax, clenching around the dildo inside her while her vibrator pressed to her clit, losing herself where she was, shuddering, rolling her shoulders back. Yet there was no control to be had at a time like that, hips rising, knees parting, spreading for the lust that was the two men that she very desperately wanted to fuck her. The crudity of the word could be used even as Jane came down from her high, sprawled out across the sofa with her robe half-open, showing the rise of her breasts.

But, oh… Something had happened. Her mind… Should she have been thinking about Harvey? It had been brief, yes, but he'd been there, Jane clearing her throat, blushing, wiping off her toys, keeping herself busy even though she was most certainly more relaxed than she had been. That would have to be enough for the moment as she yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth.

After she'd put her toys away, a nap seemed well enough in order…